living in quicksand,

since the 70’s

even my super-mod mesh shirt can’t contain my emotions.

free them, either

Exposé nerves tangle in the tag,
 
 

and

dangling medallions catch in the Net;

wardrobe otherwise

be·lied,

be·witched,

and

…uh…

be·malfunctioned.

sTrandiNg senTiments completely

starkers,

skin-free

raw,

do I not bleed

buff

ed: & unable to respire

Energy, too,

energy can be tapped, too.

–juh ever notice this—

the Original siphon

vibrating in unsecured wifi

drained

kickin’ it like hackey

sack

and spreading like an

oil spill

(or perfume)

depending on perspective,

and whether you’re all

ready

drowning

or not

or mer’ely

walking downwind…

©Karen Robiscoe